The bitches are in the next room. Powder and razor blades cover the floor. They're eating gelato. I have no recollection. I grin in the heat of. Well, a lot of things. I hear Denny Mode in the distance. I'm conflicted. I find myself in the shadows in the back of Dungeons. A quaint little club of Bourbon. Drinks are not bad. We go to the back of the club. She breaks it down. Booty poppin'. It's going down. I feel her heart beat slow. As we dosi doe. Bad bitch. She whispers: Denny Mode, Denny Mode, Denny Mode.